No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah Watch this, lawd Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York New York ready for the likes of this uh Then came the worst date May 21st 2:19, that's when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy" Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin' Honey's is tantalizin', they freak all night Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas livin' street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin' In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin' If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the TEC Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Jah Have mercy The gunman inna di party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me Have mercy The wul ah we in ah di party And everybody look irie Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy Do it! No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self Cuh we nuh watch nuhtin to say or see Hardcore ting we ah deal with Oh yes, we are the best No other guy cyaan Say it mami, damn, why you actin' like that man? 'Cause I don't be doin' this I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin' It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this I'm just sayin' mami, jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy Just a little peck Like that? That's what I'm sayin', yeah You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that Whatever bitch, damnit